Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Scion,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.